Chapter 5 The Return of the Queen
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The audience in the arena was stunned while the commentator yelled in excitement.
Everyone held their breaths and watched intently as Monochrome Fury was about to crash into the bend when it suddenly swerved violently.
The sharp sound of tires scraping against the ground echoed throughout the entire area.
It was a perfect ninety-degree drift.
The audience fell silent for a moment. Two seconds later, chaos erupted as they clapped and screamed with all their might.
"It's Anya!"
"The goddess has returned!"
"Long live Goddess Anya!"
Paul's heart pounded wildly as he gritted his teeth and pressed on. If I keep getting startled like this, I'll end up with a brain hemorrhage sooner or later.
Peyton's heart was also pounding, albeit belatedly.
Monochrome Fury was, without a doubt, the victor.
...
Once the race ended, Diana stepped out of the car and began urgently searching for Peyton without even changing out of her racing outfit.
Although she didn't win the first place, losing to a racing veteran like Anya wasn't a disgrace.
She was sure Peyton would comfort her and encourage her.
However, there was no sign of Peyton anywhere.
At the dressing room backstage.
Victoria had changed back into the clothes she was wearing when she arrived. She held the huge helmet in one hand, looking beautiful and suave with her flowing long hair.
"Are you really not going to show your face? Your fans are losing their minds. They badly want to see your true appearance," Paul said as he looked at her.
"Is that really necessary?" Victoria asked in response.
At the door, Peyton stood there in a daze.
When he saw the familiar figure descending from Monochrome Fury just now, a bold and crazy guess formed in his mind.
So he followed along.
Never in his dreams did he expect the international top racer and the mysterious Racing Queen Anya to be Victoria, his spouse of three years.
She was that uninspiring wife who never drove and instead relied entirely on chauffeurs and taxis whenever she went out.
No. She's my ex-wife now.
Peyton felt utterly upset.
He thought he had seen through Victoria in the past three years - she was just a woman who was only good at cooking, fond of flower arranging, and so uninspiring that she could only rely on a man to support her.
Reality slapped him hard in the face. His previous disdain for Victoria made the sting of this moment even more painful.
Paul caught sight of Peyton at the door unexpectedly and was quite surprised. "Mr. Rollins?" he called out.
Victoria furrowed her brows and turned to meet Peyton's gaze.
"How did you end up here?" she asked in surprise.
Noticing the unhappy expression on Peyton's face, Paul tactfully stepped back.
"Victoria, I'll wait for you outside."
"If I don't end up here, how would I know that my wife is actually such an extraordinary figure?" Peyton uttered, his face gloomy.
"Mr. Rollins, be careful with your words. It's 'ex-wife,'" Victoria reminded him.
Peyton felt his temples jump. He pressed his tongue against his teeth in frustration and retorted, "Does that matter?"
Before Victoria had a chance to speak, she heard an excited voice. "Peyton, you're here! Did you come here looking for me?"
Diana walked out of the other changing room, her face flushing bashfully.
Seeing that, Victoria curved her lips into a smile. "I won't disturb you two then. See you later."
"Stop!" Peyton and Diana shouted at her simultaneously.
Jealousy was evident in Diana's gaze toward Victoria. They're already divorced. Why won't this woman just leave us alone? Did she come here to talk to Peyton, knowing that he would be here to watch me race?
Otherwise, why would a useless woman who can't even drive watch a car race?
With that in mind, Diana deliberately hooked her arm around Peyton's and mocked, "Peyton, I didn't expect Ms. Wise to chase you all the way here. But I just saw her coming here with a handsome guy earlier. Why is he nowhere to be seen now?"
Unable to bear it any longer, Peyton pushed away the woman who carried the scent of perfume and post-race sweat. With a frown, he posed the question he had been wanting to ask.
"Who are you?"
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